Two Poems for the road

Sunday Sentence: 7 January 2018 from Lynda Barry

I’d be good and the dark ghosts would vanish.  When your inner life is a place you have to stay out of, having an identity is impossible.  Remembering not to remember fractures you.  But what is the alternative?  Tell me.

From A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway

From Negotiating With The Dead by Margaret Atwood

From Selected Stories (Preface) by Mavis Gallant

Luke Chapter 2 verses 10-14, KJV Bible

From Mademoiselle de Maupin by Théophile Gauthier

From Coraline by Neil Gaiman

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